The strongest skill system

"... 1000 million? How can you earn so much from online writing? Could it be Singularity Coin?"

Mainly because in Ye Mo's consciousness, it is impossible to earn so much manuscript fee by writing online articles, so it is really surprising to see such a long string of data.

It was only then that Ye Mo remembered that he always glanced casually when the manuscript fee arrived. After all, he had many kinds of income and didn't pay attention to the specific amount. He thought it was just pocket money at most.

So I immediately took out my mobile phone to check the incoming text messages, which averaged almost 200 million a month.

Unknowingly, I used these "pocket money" and other income to make a movie!

Just then, the phone rang, and it was the editor Tassel.

"Big devil, why don't you reply to my message?"

As soon as she picked it up, she yelled at the other end.

"Uh……"

Ye Mo remembered that he hadn't logged into QQ during this period of time, and besides the phone, QQ was the only tool that Tassel could contact him with.

Ye Mo immediately explained: "Recently, I went back to my hometown to visit relatives. There is no internet in the mountains, so I just..."

"It's okay, there's still time anyway."

"What's too late"

"Annual meeting, our company will hold an annual meeting on the day of Lantern Festival, and it has been confirmed that you are the rookie king this time, so I want to give you a big prize!

And then I will sign the great god agreement for you. "

"Are you going to the capital?"

"Well, are you afraid of trouble?

You promised me to treat me to a big meal before, are you trying to be lazy? "

"Okay, you give me the specific time and address, and I will go there early."

Then Liusu gave an address, and the chat was over after a few more sentences.

At this time, the "Dragon Palace" was full of discussions about whether the urban devil would attend the "Yuewen" annual meeting, and there were also several posts discussing Mo Ye's nomination for the Nobel Prize.

Not long after watching it, Ye Mo received a call from the editor-in-chief of "Huamin Daily" Ding Yushan.

"Mr. Mo, the people from the Nobel Peace Prize said they would come to China to interview you. They contacted our daily. It looks like you have won the Peace Prize. Can you meet with them?"

"Peace Prize? Are you really going to give it to me?"

"Uh... now it's just an interview with you, but there are still many investigations for this award.

But this time they will meet with you, which is the last survey, after which they will make a comprehensive evaluation before deciding to give you this award. "

"Interesting, where are they now?"

"Still here in the capital, if you agree, we will fly over to meet you right away."

"Let me go there and show some respect to international friends. I will be there two days before the Lantern Festival."

"That's great, I'll book you a hotel right away."

"Oh, by the way, just book this hotel..."

Ye Mo told Ding Yushan the annual meeting hotel that Liusu sent over.

"OK, OK!"

Their "Hua Min Daily" naturally wanted to report the entire interview, so they were very happy to reimburse these expenses.

At the beginning, Ye Mo really didn't feel about the Nobel Peace Prize. This kind of thing was too imaginary and unrealistic for him.

If you have this money, donate more to those in need.

If you have to make such a big noise with great fanfare, while raising the status of others, you will also elevate your own status.

If it wasn't because he was going to treat Liusu to a big meal, Ye Mo wouldn't be bothered to meet these people.

"Liusu's voice is quite sweet. I don't know what he looks like? Don't be someone who can only hear the voice but not meet."

In the next two or three days, Ye Mo took the two days before and after the Lantern Festival to do now, or arrange it later.

Everything is arranged properly, and on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Ye Mo will fly to the capital.

If you take a plane, you will arrive there in two or three hours, and there will be a special car from Huamin Daily to pick you up there.

Ye Mo wore a mask, not wanting others to know what he looked like.

"Mr. Mo, if your schedule is very tight, we can arrange for you to meet with the visiting delegation of the Nobel Prize right away."

It was a young lady in her 20s who was in charge of picking up Ye Mo. She said to Ye Mo in the car.

In fact, she was the one who found Ye Mo's article "My Dream of Freedom" from "Mail Junk".

Her name is Jiangnan Yi, and she looks pretty good.

"It's okay, I have plenty of time."

"That's good, we'll take you to the hotel later.

If you have any special requirements, you can also ask me. I will be responsible for your daily life! "

"A special request..." Ye Mo said meaningfully.

"Ah... no, I mean that... Oh, I can't explain it clearly!" Seeing her nervous look, it was really cute.

"Hehe, where do you want to go, I don't mean anything else!"

"Phew, that's good...the Lantern Festival is ready, let me treat you to dumplings!

You haven't seen this thing in the south, have you? "

Having never traveled far, she thought that Yangzhou fried rice is a meal in the south!
"I may not be used to the food in the north, can you give me some food next?"

"Okay, the food below me is the best... Uh, what did you say?" Jiang Nanyi suddenly blushed.

"what happened?"

"You...are you pretending to be stupid? How dare you tease me!"

She raised her fist, all northern girls have the potential of a woman.

"You promised to give me food!"

"Oh my God, are all Nobel Prize winners so avant-garde in thinking?"

"Of course, which conservative person have you ever seen won the Nobel Prize?"

"I won't chat with you anymore, and I will be tricked by you again in a while."

Soon after arriving at the hotel and settling Mo Ye down, Jiang Nan ran back to the company as if fleeing. She always felt that Ye Mo's tricks were deep.

In fact, the authors invited to the annual meeting of "Moon Wen" are all arranged to have rooms, but they are multi-person rooms.

Ye Mo didn't know the other authors well, and felt that they didn't seem to have any interest impulses between them, but they hated each other to death in private, and he didn't know why.

This kind of hatred of literati is terrible, a little bit divided, they can make the relationship so close to each other, and it is very likely that they will smear the other party and write it in the book. If this book happens to be popular, then it is true No matter how you wash it, you can't clean it.

So Ye Mo didn't want to live with those people.

The annual meeting will be held tomorrow, and Ye Mo doesn't want to go out to play anymore, so he plays with his mobile phone in the hotel.

I just saw a piece of news on the Internet, saying that a group of traditional writers in Beijing will take this opportunity to get together, Mo Ye has now become their spiritual leader, and it is also the time for the annual meeting of the "Internet Literature Representatives" .

So this group of traditional writers, in order to show their disdain for them, held a party in a separate hall of the same hotel.

If you want to improve your reputation in this way and get more drafts, it will also let those thoughtless typists recognize themselves, and don't mention yourself as a "writer" at all times.

Because they, especially the "Urban Devil" who made a lot of money are not worthy.